Wrong Kind Of Right

[Verse 1]
You call me up
Same ringtone
Same late hour
I say I'm fine
Staring at my kitchen counter
Your jacket on my chair
Like it lives here
Like you could too
If the world was fair
[Chorus]
You're the wrong kind of right for me
The almost that I never should touch
Every look is a quiet plea
Every brush of your hand too much
If I met you at another time
Would I be yours
Could you be mine
You're the wrong kind of right
And I still cross that line
[Verse 2]
Her name shows up
Face down
Your phone keeps buzzing
You say it's work
But your eyes start softly flooding
I make a joke
You half-smile
Say I'm trouble
I laugh it off
Swallowing the rubble
[Chorus]
You're the wrong kind of right for me
The secret that I never should keep
Every promise you make
I see
All the ones that you break in my sleep
If I met you at another time
Would I be yours
Could you be mine
You're the wrong kind of right
And I still cross that line
[Bridge]
I paint my lips
Then wipe them clean (again)
Change my dress
Then change my mind (pretend)
Tell myself I'm walking away
But my feet find your door every time (every time)
[Chorus]
You're the wrong kind of right for me
But I don't know how to unlearn us
Every goodbye turns into "just stay"
Every whisper feels like a rush
If I met you at another time
Maybe then we wouldn't feel like a crime
You're the wrong kind of right
And I still call you mine (in my head)

Moody alt-pop ballad with intimate female vocals, warm electric piano, soft sub bass, and sparse, sidechainy drums. Verses stay close and conversational; chorus blooms with airy pads and stacked harmonies. Subtle guitar swells and reverse reverbs add ache; bridge strips down to near a cappella before a final, resigned chorus., sad